Chapter 90

Harvey walked through unhurriedly.

All eyes were on him, but he was unaware of it, always having a smile on his face.

The sun seemed gentle when it shone on his face, treating such a perfect person as if even the light was favoring him.
When he finally walked away into the distance, people behind him exclaimed, “Truly in Harvey’s fashion-no one could come close when it comes to his magnanimity.”
“He is the son of the Ellison family, not a son of the nouveau riche like others in the school, but a real noble.

He is in a different league altogether.”
“When I had not met him in person, I was still wondering if he could be worthy of Snow.

Now I feel like Snow isn’t necessarily worthy of him.”
No one refuted that statement.

Even Snow’s fans, who were usually her staunch defenders, were quiet as a church mouse.

There was not a word from them.
The truth was too apparent.

Comparing Snow’s disposition with Harvey’s was akin to comparing peanuts with pearls.

She was too pretentious, a stark contrast to Harvey’s genuineness.
But many people were still very supportive of the two coming together.

After all, there were few good-looking girls in the Royal Creek Institute previously.
The Royal Creek Institute covered a large area.

There was a hill behind the school.

The hill offered breathtaking scenery, lush greenery, and fresh air.

one in the Royal Creek Institute knew the

Sr.’s little gift

was a privately-owned

a detour every time he went to his

road, and he could find

a leisurely pace

before he came to the path down the hill. It was an open space where Harvey occasionally came here for a run when he was still living

while when you had nothing to

was his exclusive seat. But this time, he was

exclusive chair a bunch

things like weapons with unique looks as if they were things that

time, he clearly looked

a thing in school? Could it be that some martial art wizard had come while I was away?’

steps forward

astonished to find that the person practicing martial arts was

her face clearly, only that she had a fair complexion and was holding a

whip would oscillate around her

hit the ground, producing an extremely crisp and sharp slapping sound, as if a thunderbolt exploded next to the ears. Whips were one of the most

could

genius in the Royal Creek Institute? She was agile but losing no strength.

now ready to wrap up by pulling up the whip with

see a clueless guy,

change the whip’s direction

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